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Bucky Barnes x reader

"Alright listen up! We have a new assignment, for Bucky and uhh.... y/n. Yeah." Tony announces throwing the file at you.  "Stop acting like you can't see. We all know you can." Tony groans but obliges. "Anyways, you two will pose as a married couple here. The two of you will attend this party, find the target, retrieve the items, and get out."

You nod, as Tony runs through the instructions, again. You throw on the provided clothes, and grab the suitcase with the rest of them, along with a suit, weapons, and masking devices to hide said weapons. The quinjet takes off, with Bucky piloting the ship.

"Hey Doll, ready for our vacation?" Bucky turns at you and grins, now under the alias of James Stan. You, as his wife Genevieve. You turn to your "husband" and nod. "Of course babe." Bucky checks you in, handing you the card as you head up to your room to get ready for the dinner reservations Stark made.

"Um, Buck? I think there was a mistake with our rooms." Bucky turns, noticing the spacious room... with one bed. "Oh your kidding me. Don't worry Doll, I'll sleep on the floor." Bucky offers, setting his suitcase next to the bed.

"Don't worry Bucky we can share the bed, I don't mind." Bucky mutters something, and turns to face you. "Ok then." Before grabbing his clothes for the dinner and heading to the bathroom.

Strange, you think. Normally he's not like this. You shrug, changing into the dress Stark left. You didn't mind, but would rather something easier to move in than a tight, not to mention short dress that left no room for hidden pants.

The dinner is fine. You and Bucky converse, not dropping any information, but your heightened senses are hyper focused, as you mentally tune into others conversations. "Got it." You mutter to Bucky, who nods, and calls for the check.

"So you know where it is?" You nod.
"They were in a private dining room, must have some connections with the owner. They all were whispering but it's getting shipped out during the party tomorrow. So we have to move. We have less time than we planned." You murmur, as the elevator rockets up.

The two of you step out of the elevator, and walk down the hall. Bucky wraps his arm around you as a group of teenage boys leer at you, openly eyeing your curves, from your breasts to your hips, to you thighs

"Back off. She's taken." He growls, the boys scampering off. "Thanks... James." You test out his fake name. He laughs. "Thanks Genevieve." He says, sounded each syllable out. The two of you laugh, swiping the card and entering your room.

You hurry into the bathroom, pajamas in hand. Closing the door you hurry out of the dress, your bra landing on the ground, in the pile of clothes. You slip the top and shorts on, snapping the waistband as you pull the soft shorts up.
You step out of the room, your hair unbound and wild. Bucky already lay in bed, a book resting on his propped up knees.

"Move Barnes your gonna take up the whole bed." You grumble, once your sure the security cameras wouldn't be on. He moves over, leaving some space for you.

"Your so small." He mutters as you curl up in the bed, taking up barely half the space he gave you. "Gee thanks." You mutter, opening your phone, delighted to see a wattpad notification for one of the stories you read updated.

"Hey n/n I'm gonna go to sleep." Bucky mutters, flicking off the light. You nod, shutting off your phone, and rolling onto your side. Though it was very hard to focus on sleep with James Bucky Barnes asleep next to you. You blush slightly, now it was safe to assume he couldn't see you,

Bucky rolled over, wrapping an arm around your waist, as he slept. Or tried too. Having your body mashed against his didn't help. You two had cuddled before, platonically of course, but every time, every damn time it was definitely not platonic, in his mind.